Saturday, 25 December 2010

Altered Natives

It was another city

Another man:
One who looked like a fake film star
In plastic jeans.

Seduction was not his forte.

It was another street
Another house:
One which had smelt of blood for years
Pig blood. Human, too.

Weddings do not look good in crematoriums.

It was another woman
Another night:
One which turned from magic to middle-class
In the blip of an SMS.

You should not have unclasped your belt for her.